Direction? Here is a genuine Love poem. I hope you enjoy it.

The Way
I do not know the way. 
Don’t look for guidance, here, 
my Dear, for surely, I 
will succeed in leading us astray.

I’ve never travelled far ~ 
never wished upon my star, 
kept every promise I 
have voiced, by choice, Love,
always by choice.

So, this is new, my Dear ~ 
perhaps the thing I fear 
this having Love returned 
like stars forever burned 
into my heart, laid bare 
at last, to find you here
the Soul who tells me yes, 
you care ~ as completely as I dare.

Kazantzakis asked the almond tree to speak
of God, and she, bowed her canopy,
shook it free, and blossomed: such Love
might draw the bow tauter than I
ever thought possible before your orbit 
circled mine. But, now, I find the arrow sought is 
always, always and ever caught by the perfect
target; in the very center ~ the tender part
of its ever-waiting heart and you, Love: always.

You.
 



by Barbara Helvey Hughes, 2019/2020 For Peter